Bumble "Honey P" Bee

I thought this was worth documenting (you'll most likely disagree) but before we pull stakes and blow out of the apartment that we've called home for the past three years just thought I'd make a quick entry on Bumble "Honey P" Bee. Not long after we moved in I was sitting on the patio that first Summer and noticed that a bumble bee had chewed up into the balcony above our patio. Then when Christie and I were hanging out this big bee would bounce around like an idiot and spend minutes trying to grab onto the wood and climb up into his nest. Bees don't bother me, but she is allergic so having a bee the size of my thumb knocking around like a pinball was a bit uncomfortable. As time passed some of the bee's wax or honey started to leak out of the hole. When I pointed this out to Christie, who has a 4th grader's since of humor where any bodily function is concerned, she told me it looked like "Honey Pee". So we named him Bumble "Honey P" Bee. We just call him Honey P actually. After we unsuccessfully murdered Honey P with a can of Wasp Spray we decided he could stay. To help him get into his hole I cut a wine cork in half, wrote his name on it, and glued it in place. As you can see it's still there and as a matter of fact I tried to snap his photo, but I wasn't quick enough and he scooted into his crib before I could take the photo. Good luck Honey P. Hopefully the next loser that comes along will leave you alone and let you do your bee stuff in peace.